Darcy’s Adventures Through the Looking Glass: a Sequel to Lizzy, the Witch and the Wardrobe by Sandra Bellock Listorti.

Fan fiction published 2008 by Lulu.

Crossover between Alice and Pride and Prejudice.

Summary:

Months after his failed proposal to Elizabeth Bennet, Fitzwilliam Darcy reads a mysterious entry in his journal that reveals an extraordinary tale of an adventure he engaged in with Miss Elizabeth and Caroline Bingley. But there is something else tucked in the pages of his journal that leads him on another improbable adventure as he attempts to reclaim his memories and find a way to forge a happy ending for himself and a certain lady. But he is not alone on his journey…

Includes a (sort of) Jabberwocky:

Darcy gave his aunt what would have been a quelling glance, had it been directed at any other person, but it did not discompose her at all; that she fell silent was due entirely, as Darcy was perfectly aware, to the fact that she had said what she had to say – for the present. Still, Darcy glared at her as he cleared his throat and prepared to speak, but when his eyes happened to light upon the actual words of the proclamation he was meant to read, he was forced to clear his throat several more times to cover the laughter threatening to bubble from his lips. When he had finally composed himself, he began, in the most stentorian tones he could muster, to read his aunt’s proclamation.

“‘Twas brillig, and the die was cast,

Raging rhinos trumbled past,

First were first, and last were last,

A Princess in a tower.

One fish, two fish,

Green, and red, and blue fish,

Clams can never grant your wish,

A stony, sconey bower.

To go or stay, and stay or go,

Tortles are the ones who know,

Give them sixpence and they grow,

From terror do not cower.

Call me Ishmael or Jack,

Never saw a fribble quack,

If I did, the moon would crack,

Come sun or misty shower.

Wriggling, wiggling, little tweel,

Crush you underneath my heel,

Only whifflers come to squeal,

A most impressive dower.

Are you a pirate or a pea,

Noodler, poodler, wand’ring flea,

It is all the same to me,

A vengeful bride is sour.

Twinkle, twinkle, little horse,

Speak to wimbles in their course,

Eat lemons from the Nile’s source,

Answer not with a glower.

Shakespeare is a funny name,

Hop o’cricks make lawful game,

Ride a gnargle if it’s tame,

Persuade her with a flower.

Stop and look and count to six,

Dancing snickles, bouncing glicks,

Right foot, left foot, walking sticks,

Be thee a sincere vower.

Eenie, zeenie, miney, me

Who shall be Queen of Pemberley?

The one who is your destiny,

Upon your wedding hour.”

Silence descended upon those within the tent when Darcy had finished reading, to be broken finally by what Darcy mistook for a trumpet blast until he realized it was actually his aunt, blowing her nose in the same lacy handkerchief she had used to wipe the slime from the scroll. Darcy was taken aback to see that tears were running down Lady Catherine’s face. She began to applaud, and within seconds Collins and all of the avian retainers followed suit, creating a strange, ruffling, slapping chorus of his aunt’s tribute.

Paperback collection of issues 1-4 of the comic book in one graphic novel.

From the product description:

Put to rest any delusions or disinformation you have of the tea-guzzling madman of faux literary history and prepare to expand your consciousness as the saga of Hatter Madigan and his relentless search for the lost Princess of Wonderland unfolds in Volume 1 of the Hatter M graphic novel series! In Frank Beddor’s bestselling The Looking Glass Wars, Royal Bodyguard Hatter Madigan was ordered by Queen Genevieve to take Princess Alyss and leave Wonderland after a bloody palace coup staged by the murderous Redd. But while escaping through the Pool of Tears (the portal connecting Wonderland to our world) crushing centrifugal force pulled them apart, and Alyss was lost. In this first volume of the geo-graphic parallel adventure trilogy, Hatter finds himself in Paris, France in the year 1859 shockingly separated from the child he had been sworn to protect. Hatter must now embark upon a non-stop quest, crisscrossing the globe for 13 years in search of his lost Princess.

Originally published by the Cambridge University Press in 1913, this is a reprint by the History Press in 2008, with a new introduction by The Harvard Lampoon.
Spoof on college life and politics, including a chapter on Student Council Meetings:

After running a little way through the woods, Alice stopped in surprise before a table which was set out under a tree. The table was laid for at least thirty people, but only three were sitting at it. Alice immediately recognized the Hatter and the March Hare, and the third she was quite sure must be the Dormouse, as it was fast asleep. The Hatter wore a very high hat covered with eight or ten hatbands of various colors. As soon as he saw Alice he cried out, “Radcliffe not admitted!”

“But my name isn’t Radcliffe,” said Alice, as she took a seat.

“Nobody said it was,” the Hatter replied.

“But you looked at me,” said Alice.

“That was unavoidable,” said the March Hare. “Nobody looks at Radcliffe students for pleasure.”

“I don’t think much of Nobody’s taste then,” said the Dormouse, waking up.

“Come, come,” cried the Hatter, bringing a huge mallet down on the table with a crash. “The meeting is called to order.”

“This is a meeting of the Student Council,” the March Hare explained to Alice, “and we are the Student Council. At least,” he said pointing to the Dormouse, “he is the Student and we are the Council.”

“Phibetakappa, Phibetakappa, Phibetakappa,” murmured the Dormouse sleepily, and was immediately silence by the Hatter hitting him over the head with the mallet.

Claiming to be Lewis Carroll’s ‘third and final book’, this is of course, nothing of the kind. The author himself says here:

…this book is “metafictional”, a fiction about a fiction presented as fact. Carroll’s name is attached to it because the conceit is that it is a “discovered” first draft written at the end of his life. It was written as a homage to the Alice books, and as a sort of psychological portrait of Carroll (albeit not a “photo realistic” portrait; sick to death of him being portrayed as a drug fiend or a paedophile, I sought to look at his religious beliefs as the fuel for his creative energy.) I love the Alice books, and having read some brilliant continuations of her adventures, I hoped to write something that would be as much as a tribute as other (more talented) writers before me have written.